a subjective experience
you're the only one who understands me

fragile raging heart
inflamed protection
ill be here for you

The blood in my skin
struggles to come to peace.
The sputtering engine
suturing the seams to my sins.

Like a seal manifest,
each ***** a ***** to keep it in.
I become the canvas to my sins,
the demons badgering me
my blood as offering.

Do as you might I said in respite
from suffering.
His craft summons
my body's mortal
bore a portal
to thee underneath

It is done, five dollars please.
That is a snark price to pay for my sins.
Thank you, I welcome thee.

For naught I've sought for eternity
A desert that could fill me belly
I feed them a piece of me,
I see, I preach
They see, they bleach
The more I reach, the more they *****

The joy of the eternal chase
Lies not in what you seek,
But the chase itself,
A masterpiece.
The circle of desire commands
What can be.
Unfathomable joy ends
The moment you saw me.

Dripping away
At my flesh

The women
in my life
Narcissists
fill me
like an empty she-hell

We are creatures of circumstance
Cursed eternally to never enjoy
What we have

I hear the night's scream
I feel my mind bleam
With words unforeseen

My thoughts are empty like these starless nights
Who will be here to reignite
My passion my hopes, my all that I gave.

I wallow in my broken dreams
Let poems be my lone relief.
Tis' but a living dream,
I dare not sleep

On my broken heart
of shards of glass that pierce
the stars

Each day I lie wake
Let the night give truth and dissipate
The feelings I have when I'm asleep
Will haunt me no longer in my wake

hope shines bright within the morning night
the push and pull of tides
never progressing
thunder storms
destructing
and we're stuck at the same place
amid the sea of sorrows

**** going with the flow
We set goals to achieve them
No swimming in the ocean
We're on a yacht to conquer

it's funny how you think
when it's the only reason why I'm staying with you

your egocentric worldview defines
extreme impulses intoxicated by social media

a child artist painting brush strokes to craft your perfect _ - what is?

sacrifice that a child expects from her parents;

you've formed me to become
I _ you more than I _ myself

what about mine needs? as a parent does nothing excpecpt a child to return his love.